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Beep, beep, beep, the crisp ringing broke the quiet of the office. The man stood up as the ringing disappeared and he paced back and forth on the window.
"Hey, An Yi ah. What meeting was that again just now? I didn't answer your phone."
"It's not those shareholders, they're asking a lot of questions, and it's clearly written in the report."
"You say I'm not tired, every day this meeting and that meeting."
"Which is like you, you open a garment factory as the boss, life is really nourishing."
"Oh, I don't think so, I'm a small business, which is like you rich and big?"
"Hey, don't be polite, what do you want to see me about?"
"Well, An Yi, the batch of goods you want will not arrive tomorrow. As you know, in a small county like ours, work always stops during the New Year holidays. Look, how about sending it to you on the ninth day?"
(I can see, this person is more affectionate than profit, or rely on this relationship, to the big city has long been full of gold and silver. Do not you like? It is a little, but does not affect my judgment of the work)
"OK, anyway, the summer clothes arrive later is not a mistake."
"By the way, you have to come and sit with me during the Spring Festival."
"We'll talk about it then, even if it's the Spring Festival I'm still too busy. Where is the time to enjoy."
"That's fine, if you're free let me know, I'll pick you up."
"Good, good, next time how two a get together must drink your wine, several years have not been to your drink."
"That's for sure, how can you come to my place without drinking my wine?"
"It's a deal."
"Well, it's a deal."
Wang Anyi hung up the phone, looking out of the car window one after another fly past the skyscrapers, like watching the assembly line of the same products one by one into the yellow and gray tile rash carton. That is the color of garbage, is a symbol of vulgarity. However, business for many years, Wang Anyi has long learned that the more vulgar things can not be underestimated, especially in the clothing industry. For Lin Xiahe's clothing factory and clothing design problems, Wang Anyi has long had an idea, but only because of the sentiment has been dragged not to start.
Simply do not need that provocative shareholders in the General Assembly to remind, Wang Anyi also know that the summer clothing statements do not look good. Leave it an inch short, it is better to grow it an inch long. Either I eliminate him, or the market eliminates me, not to mention that those shareholders have long wanted to replace me down.
"Xiao Li."
"Yes!" A short but strong reply.
"The South City fashion show you arrange the trip for me."
"Good." Wang Anyi didn't say why, but Secretary Li knew it wasn't good to talk too much. The phone call just now and now the instructions had long ago led him to guess that the boss was going to the show to find a designer-a designer who could fill in for Lin Xiahe. In past years, Fan Yu's summer clothes were designed by Wang Anyi's old friend Lin Xiahe, and this year was no exception.
Perhaps the silent air inside the limo forced people to be uncomfortable, or perhaps it was the act of making a betrayal of friendship that made him uncomfortable. He had to say something to cover it up.
"Is the trip for spring break going to be the same as usual?"
"Well, basically." It was a knowing question, but he had to start it that way.
"So there are days when you can take time off?"
"The afternoon of the fourth day and the evening of the sixth day are still available for the time being." Good one for the time being.
"What's on the fourth night?"
"Boss Xu's cocktail party." Secretary Li knew that Wang Anyi was knowingly asking, but he couldn't tear him down, being a secretary had to be discreet, especially in private matters.
"Boss Xu's meaning ......"
"It's okay, I'll talk to him."
"It's been a long time since I've had a drink of Lin Xiahe's wine, but it's a pity that Xiao Cai was on duty that day, so you couldn't taste it together."
"Then I have to remind Xiao Cai, do not drink, or you will have to stay overnight at the boss Lin, the first five can also go to the Spring City meeting appearances."
Between the words of the kung fu, the car has driven to a five-star hotel door. Looking at the bright yellow foyer of the hotel door, Secretary Li suddenly thought of Boss Xu's big mouth with gold incisors when talking, always grinning open and closed, as if to eat people in to see his belly of the mountains and seafood.
Tonight's protagonist is not Boss Xu, but the lavish scene is exactly the same as Boss Xu. Xiao Li looked at the crowd gathered at the door, subconsciously revealing a satisfying smile, followed by Wang Anyi a piece of the crowd "carried" up, like the court drama of the man-ladder.
Lin Xiahe can see the whole picture of the industrial park from the glass window, several large tin sheds and a side of three or four-story high small flat building, symmetrical like distribution on both sides of the avenue. In the distance there is a brick kiln factory, there are still wisps of black smoke on the chimney floating into the pale blue sky. The background is extremely harsh.
（That Wang Anyi still has a role to play later, right? Yes）
Having settled the matter of Wang Anyi, Lin Xiahe could finally breathe a sigh of relief and prepare for the New Year. He took out a thick stack of manuscript paper from his desk drawer. On it were drawn various styles and stripes of men's clothing. There was also a tall, thin model - Lin Jian. Lin Xiahe intended to give his son a gift after his college entrance exams - clothes he designed himself.
Although he is often too busy to pay attention to his son's growth and changes, he still teaches him to rise to the occasion in his rare leisure time. The relationship between father and son is so delicate that the silent fatherly love is always transferred to Lin Jian in tangible bills. Lin Xiahe knew that such care was too hypocritical, so he had to make him a dress.
There are various floating cloud stripes on the draft paper, black and white mask. Black, the delicacy of the ink, the antiquity of the pen. Combined into one, subtle and elegant, very good. The ink characters are infinitely changeable, and can be in Yan, regular, feasible, or cursive. It is very good to be free and unrestrained. White, the color of youth, like the white space of landscape writing, the youth that has not yet been painted with color is white. What a great color. If Lin Jian is a girl how good it is. One does not know the goodness of a daughter until one reaches middle age. After the year seems to be 18 years old, but it is a false age. Black and gray gradient skirt and complex mysterious stripes can certainly give the lower half of the waist to show the slim, soft. Lin Jian has become rebellious since he went to high school, and does not talk much at home. It is not possible to let him go out and experience.
This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.
Many years later, when Lin Xiahe looked through the photos uploaded on the space, he would remember this unfinished design and that sunny afternoon. He suddenly understood that the color of black and white is also the color of mourning clothes, the youthful experience may also be the bloody Red Cross, how mocking dialectic.
The winter evening is like the youthful years of one's life, which are over before one has time to savor them. The lights in the garment factory shone through the glass window onto Lin Xiahe's hand, which was painting. It was not an artist's hand, rough and tough, just like Lin Xiahe's bitter career when he went to the sea without saying a word in his early years.
（Hey, I used quantum to calculate, since they have the Internet, then using xx methods can not improve the efficiency of information collection, why you do not use? I tried it, their internet coverage is too small, it's just starting out at the moment, and it only has an auxiliary effect on our collection. Because you said to disconnect the data sync while enjoying the art, so ...... I got it）
"Dang" a sound, "What is it, rushed ......"
"Lin Jian had a car accident!" The air in the office was silent for a while, as if both people were frozen in place. Lin Xiahe walked to Chen Qiu Li's side. "Where is the person?" The words were cold and stiff. "They are still in the emergency room of the hospital, and I don't know how they are doing." "If something happens, how can I, as a mother, live!" "I asked you where your son is." The urgent roar woke up Qiu Li. "In the People's Hospital." The wife's crying voice sounded so harsh to Xia He's ears, far more annoying than the sound of firecrackers exploding all night on New Year's Eve. Xia He did not say anything more, pulling Qiu Li on the drive to the hospital.
Only the whistling of the north wind in the car windows inside and outside the rampant, and can not tell whether it is the sound of crying or wind, whimpering and buzzing into Xia He's ears. He really wanted to plug his ears, but he could only plug his mouth.
Xia He took Qiu Li's hand - it was cold and icy. It was only after climbing up to the second floor that he saw the three big words of the emergency room in ominous red at the end of the corridor. On the side of a plastic chair sat a middle-aged man wearing a helmet and overalls, with waxy skin and a stiff face. A teenager sat on the left at a palm-width distance, next to a young girl. The teenager with permed hair was dressed trendy, but his head was buried deep, like a sunflower with a wilted head. The girl's slender right hand on the teenager's spine, some hanging up and down stroking. The eyes are in tears, it seems that the girl is very nervous.
"Hello, are you Lin Jian's family?" Lin Xiahe could not remember what he said to the traffic police who had been waiting for a long time. He only remembered the middle-aged man's demeanor as he hurriedly posted up after the traffic police left.
"I'm sorry!" With a thud, the middle-aged man knelt down in front of Xia He.
"A sorry is enough? If such a precious son of mine is gone, you can afford it?"
"Huh? Say something!" Qiu Li, who had been silent, was now like a flood blocked by a dam that had finally found a spillway and was out of control. Xia He stood there, Qiu Li's questioning with a crying voice made his already distracted thoughts become even more muddy, the mud puddle of silt water is just like that.
"Qiu Li!" Xia He hurriedly pulled Qiu Li who was about to quench spittle to that kneeling plaster statue.
"Ahhh~, son, when you were born your grandfather said you were too weak, God, you still let live or not ah!"
"I have only one son in my thirties, and now if he's gone, how can I live?"
"He is your son, huh?" Qiu Li walked to the teenager, the teenager heard this, the head buried more fierce, the floor is full of tears, and under the wheel of Lin Jian flow out of the blood, with warm and wet sticky.
"You're the one who hit Lin Jian, right!" The eyes mixed with anger and malice stared straight at him. The young girl at the side quietly drew back her hand and sobbed with her head bowed as if she was also guilty.
"Murder pays for life, your son won't live well when my son is gone!" "You destroyed my son, I'll destroy you too!"
"Stop it!" Thunder rang out. "Qiu Li, stop it." "There's still hope for Lin Jian, so stop it, okay?" Rain finally fell again on Chen Qiu Li's dark clouded face. Bubbling, converging on the floor to form a river, as bright red as the blood that flowed to the eaves of the bed during a difficult birth back then.
Later, when making a statement at the police station, Xia He learned the general situation of the incident.
The perpetrator, Li Tuoyuan, male, 16 years old, was a senior in the school in Linjian. His father, Li Minsheng, 45, a cement worker at the construction site, originally farming in the countryside, moved to the county five years ago to rent. His mother had passed away 13 years ago. Accompanying passenger Liu Yue for his classmates.
According to Li Mouyuan, they borrowed the car from another friend Xu Moumao's home, intended to wander around the county, and hit the victim Lin on the way to find Li Mouyu.
The words on the file are the only ones he still remembers. Later, the police asked him to sign, telling him when to come back and when to transfer to the court for trial, Lin Jian also just like approving an employee's leave note, neither asking more questions nor saying anything.
"Little Deng ah." Words with weariness. "Boss Lin!"
"You finally called, last night you called me in the middle of the night to handle the business of the factory I thought ......" the phone was silent. "Ah, sorry sorry, should not mention this."
"You can rest assured, with me Deng Tong in, there is nothing that can not be set right." "Is the holiday and the start of things arranged?" "Arranged, this afternoon after the work is done, the beginning of the sixth day of work."
"Good, good." Sleepy tone as if to say good night. I have to hurry back to the hospital, Qiu Li did not sleep all night. The eyes are swollen, not to mention that people are also swollen from crying. It's good that Lin Jian is alive, at least there is hope. Ha - Xia He reached out and yawned; walked to the door of the police station and stopped a cab. "Master, go to the People's Hospital. I'll amidine first, you call me when you arrive."
"Tuoyuan! Don't kneel down and apologize to people's parents yet." Li Minsheng remained kneeling in front of Lin Xiahe. The loess-colored face, anxious, frustrated, and guilty expressions twisted into a ball, like a piece of rotten mud that a rural child rubbed with abandon.
"I'm sorry!" Tuoyuan porpoise kneeling to Qiu Li, low fried puffy head, like a cotton ball waiting for someone to tear him. Qiu Li's red loam-like face had long been washed out in a river of red tears. She cursed enough, but did not cry enough. People are not finished crying, and naturally not enough to cry.
The corridor just now a family ethical drama atmosphere of the actors, now sitting on the aisle chairs silent. Xia He can vaguely hear the sound of sobbing, but he can not think of words to comfort his wife. The hospital late at night is not quiet. In this ghostly gate of life and death, every day there are babies' first cries and silent silence after people leave.
I can't remember how it happened, Li Minsheng stuffed us with a big bag of fat white steamed buns. The hot steamed buns are soothing in the cold middle of the night.
"I went downstairs to buy them, don't mind." "Yeah." The white steamed buns and tears eaten, whether to fill up the stomach, or fill up the restless heart? "Qiu Li, at least eat something, how can it be if you collapse first." Qiu Li's sobs eased for a while and reluctantly took the steamed buns that Xia He handed over. Qiu Li's cold hands holding the warm buns, the inner Zhen ice seems to be melting.
The time of silence is always quietly accelerated, waiting for people to react when the brakes are sharply applied, and passengers who are caught off guard will fall into a trance at this point.
The person who broke the silence was the doctor who came out of the emergency room first. Xia He will not recall the doctor's steady and calm pace, but always remembered his words in a tone between heavy and calm.
"The life is saved, but the person may never wake up again."
"What do you mean?" "Could it be a vegetable?" Akari hurriedly interjected.
"The patient's cerebral cortex was severely injured and his heart had already stopped when he was brought in, so he did his best to save him. There's nothing we can do about the rest."
"Hey, the People's Hospital is here, get up." A vegetative person, is that like me to keep sleeping? I hope this dream will not dream again. 604 ward. I hope he can wake up, otherwise how can he afford to cry all night to his mother?
Pulling open the door, the nurse is giving a shot to Lin Jian lying in bed. The other bed is sleeping Qiu Li, eyes red and swollen like rolling dough, so people want to go up and roll it flat.
The nurse left, the large ward lies two people, one is tired, the other is also tired. Sleep, really the heaven of the living, the hell of the dead. Xia He moved a chair to sit in front of Lin Jian's bed, looking at the living mummy, he competed to feel like a zombie, despair and bitterness rushed to the throat together. He really wanted to drop something, smash something, curse something, even if it is to curse themselves, but he did not, he was also afraid to wake up Qiu Li.
He finally cried uncontrollably, crying so loudly, crying without any scruples. That year did not catch the last side of the father, he cried loudly, Qiu Li afterwards said he was not strong enough. Now, no one will want him to be strong. Because, live strong, this is only to say to the next generation.
（This looks like a bad ethical drama! You're not going to let me watch this, are you? No way, it's an unfinished work just like Muzil. Okay, I'll be patient and keep reading, but if it doesn't satisfy me after one more chapter, I'll have to change it）